I'm A Fine Artist Working In A

Acid, Booze, And Ass, Needles, Guns, And Grass, Lots Of Laughs.

I Hate Show Business.

At The Point Where I'm Trying To Force Something And It's Not Happening, And I'm Getting Frustrated With, Say, Writing A Poem, I Can Go And Pick Up The Brushes And Start Painting. At The Point Where The Painting Seems To Not Be Going Anywhere, I Go And Pick Up The Guitar.

I Could Drink A Case Of You, Darlin'...and I Would Still Be On My Feet, Yes I Would Still Be On My Feet.

Daydreamin' Drugs The Pain Of Living.